July 9th.
How do I Feel about blueberries? Hm, this is a good question. I love fruit, and eat a lot of it. I have actually wondered if there are any fruits I dislike, and while the jury is still out on that, I do know that blueberries do not impress me all that much. It is extremely disappointing to me that they aren't blue inside, and I distrust their sort of mottled, chalky blue skin. However, I would reckon that I haven't had very ripe fresh blueberries in probably some time, so the idea I have of their taste is either bland or too sour. I do like the Post Morning Selects cereal Blueberry Morning, but that is neither Here nor There.
Daniel had blueberries many times today and I realized in reflecting on this that they are not something I would guess Dan was a big fan of. At best I would have wagered that Dan's feelings on blueberries were "ambivalent." I wonder if he became sick of them, as I usually get sick of things.
Homemade waffles, albeit reheated, sound delicious. I was extremely shocked to read that Danny refers to the square depressions in waffles as 'syrup holes.' I always say, 'square depressions,' or 'depressed areas of squarish shape.' Although I might doubt that waffles have this texture for the express reason of holding syrup, since pancakes do not and syrup coats them just as often as it does waffles, they do certainly perform as syrup holders exceptionally well, meaning that I approve of this appellation.
Also, I was impressed by Dansmom's attention to detail, as she placed a blueberry in each of the waffles' depressed areas of squarish shape. This is something I can easily imagine myself doing.
It is also important to note that I am happy Dan is getting his Omega 3's, and that a response to his response to my response on his condimennation is in the near future.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Daniel Ran into Some Problems on July 8th, 2007.
It is quite lamentable that I have so much to reflect on. D. Ross posted yesterday's posts somewhat retroactively, and then I was busy, so I apologize for the delay. Nonetheless I now have taken care of all other priorities and can devote myself to posting a very thorough reflection on dan's food blog's recent posts.
The Sunchy Pasteurized Peach Nectar Post
I was very sympathetic to Daniel's foodless journey back to his home. I feel almost certain that if I had been present in this situation, things would have been Much Different. First of all, Daniel RG would have already eaten something other than a single Tum earlier that day. In the quite unlikely event that evening-time had come and I had for some reason neglected to remind Dan that he had not eaten this day, I'm quite sure that I would have realized this before his trip and given him some lunch money. He did note that he knew ahead of time that the cafeteria would be closed allowing to the fact that it was Sunday, so I would have thought he would have prepared himself for other options, but perhaps he was unawares that the ice cream truck did not accept plastic.
That said, I was pleased to see that Daniel again indulged in a nectar, this time of the peach variety: one of my favorites. When I read that the can wished the drinker "a very sunchy day," I was under the impression that this was some sort of foreign based company who had made up an english word. I thought all day today about what sunchy was supposed to mean. Scrunchy? Crunchy? Sundry? None of these made any sense, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that I was baffled. However, I googled Sunchy just prior to beginning this post, and found that it is actually a brand. Initially, upon discovering this, I felt stupid, but eventually that feeling faded and was replaced by a sort of flat disappointment. To me, this would be like wishing someone "a hilary day," which is completely meaningless.
Chicken Parmigiana, Again!
Dan expressed concern that we might label him a Chicken Parmigiana freak, but I did not think about that at all. It is still very unfortunate that his parents bought him this, given that he had recently had a version of said sandwich that he had found to be very booty. Today I had time to ruminate on Chicken Parmigiana, and I realized it is somewhat of an enigma to me. Some things are very familiar to me, in my head, somehow, and I usually envision both a color and/or image and a taste. For instance, when I think of Mesquite Chicken, I think of a sort of yellowy-orange color, and kind of imagine knowing that taste. Chicken Parmigiana does not do this for me. I guess if I had to, I would think of a sprig of some sort of herb. I came to the realization that I wasn't even 100% sure of what the sandwich consisted, so I looked it up. I needn't have worried, because my guess turned out to be 110% accurate. I have never had chicken parmigiana nor is it something I would pay much attention to on a menu, and frankly breaded chicken and tomato sauce seem an unlikely pair to me. I can't even imagine how this would really taste, so in the near future I hope to experience it.
Also, what is Stracciatella soup, I do not know. I haven't heard of it and my guess is that it involves pasta and a tomatoey broth. It has just come to my attention that DanRoss spelled superb "souperb," further indication that he is, in fact, a comic genius.
The Sunchy Pasteurized Peach Nectar Post
I was very sympathetic to Daniel's foodless journey back to his home. I feel almost certain that if I had been present in this situation, things would have been Much Different. First of all, Daniel RG would have already eaten something other than a single Tum earlier that day. In the quite unlikely event that evening-time had come and I had for some reason neglected to remind Dan that he had not eaten this day, I'm quite sure that I would have realized this before his trip and given him some lunch money. He did note that he knew ahead of time that the cafeteria would be closed allowing to the fact that it was Sunday, so I would have thought he would have prepared himself for other options, but perhaps he was unawares that the ice cream truck did not accept plastic.
That said, I was pleased to see that Daniel again indulged in a nectar, this time of the peach variety: one of my favorites. When I read that the can wished the drinker "a very sunchy day," I was under the impression that this was some sort of foreign based company who had made up an english word. I thought all day today about what sunchy was supposed to mean. Scrunchy? Crunchy? Sundry? None of these made any sense, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that I was baffled. However, I googled Sunchy just prior to beginning this post, and found that it is actually a brand. Initially, upon discovering this, I felt stupid, but eventually that feeling faded and was replaced by a sort of flat disappointment. To me, this would be like wishing someone "a hilary day," which is completely meaningless.
Chicken Parmigiana, Again!
Dan expressed concern that we might label him a Chicken Parmigiana freak, but I did not think about that at all. It is still very unfortunate that his parents bought him this, given that he had recently had a version of said sandwich that he had found to be very booty. Today I had time to ruminate on Chicken Parmigiana, and I realized it is somewhat of an enigma to me. Some things are very familiar to me, in my head, somehow, and I usually envision both a color and/or image and a taste. For instance, when I think of Mesquite Chicken, I think of a sort of yellowy-orange color, and kind of imagine knowing that taste. Chicken Parmigiana does not do this for me. I guess if I had to, I would think of a sprig of some sort of herb. I came to the realization that I wasn't even 100% sure of what the sandwich consisted, so I looked it up. I needn't have worried, because my guess turned out to be 110% accurate. I have never had chicken parmigiana nor is it something I would pay much attention to on a menu, and frankly breaded chicken and tomato sauce seem an unlikely pair to me. I can't even imagine how this would really taste, so in the near future I hope to experience it.
Also, what is Stracciatella soup, I do not know. I haven't heard of it and my guess is that it involves pasta and a tomatoey broth. It has just come to my attention that DanRoss spelled superb "souperb," further indication that he is, in fact, a comic genius.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
A Confrontation of the Condiment Condemnation
Daniel Ross has just put up a lengthy new post concerning his extreme aversion to most things he classifies as a condiment.
I have many thoughts regarding this new posting, but more importantly are the questions I have after reading it. Perhaps the most unsatisfying thing for me as the reader of this blog was the fact that I felt like Dan left unanswered the question of why he has such an intense fear of what I find mostly enjoyable food accessories.
I think that my disappointment is due to the fact that I was under the impression that Dan was about to reveal the reasons behind his fears. In his second paragraph, he briefly notes that one reason he is afraid of ketchup is that as a child it reminded him of blood. His next sentence tells us, however, that "this does not explain everything." Between that very suspenseful sentence and the fact that he starts telling us a story, beginning with his childhood, I feel I was led to believe he would continue exploring the reasons occurring throughout his life that led him to develop this ludicrous phobia.
As I moved from the second paragraph to the third, I had sensed some definite foreshadowing, and felt the suspense building. I was excited to watch Dan delve into the myriad possible contributing factors to his fear of dressings and mustard and mayo. He states his main fears: ketchup, shaving cream, and monsters. His fear of ketchup we already somewhat understand from having read the second paragraph, his fear of monsters is something pretty obligatory for a child, and his fear of shaving cream is later addressed in the posting. He goes on to say, however, that he also feared 'salad dressing in all of its forms, mustard, and mayonnaise,' and then doesn't even begin to let us know why he would actually fear such beneficial things. I can understand disliking them, especially as a child, but a fear seems completely unwarranted, and he doesn't even 'go there.'
Whilst I am on the subject of Dan's supposed fear of salad dressing in all of its forms, I must note that I know for a fact that Dan enjoys Subway's Red Wine Vinaigrette. This is most definitely a salad dressing, and he not only does not fear it, but he likes it. This leads me to believe that Dan is a dramatic and exaggerating individual and that for this reason he has blown up out of proportion a common childhood dislike/distrust of condiments.
Another question that the posting raises is how Dan did not notice that his brother had slathered shaving cream all over his door handle. How could one not notice this? How could one not see that, especially during childhood, when one's range of vision is much closer to the height of a standard door handle? I do not understand.
Lastly, despite my criticisms of the post, and the immense joy it would bring me if Dan were to enjoy some of these condiments he hates, he should rest assured that I would never try to trick him into eating them. Partly this is because I know he employs rigorous testing techniques, but also because as a friend I do grudgingly accept the sad fact that Dan will not eat these things, some of which I know truly are delicious. I accept it even if I do not understand it, even though I find it ridiculous.
I have many thoughts regarding this new posting, but more importantly are the questions I have after reading it. Perhaps the most unsatisfying thing for me as the reader of this blog was the fact that I felt like Dan left unanswered the question of why he has such an intense fear of what I find mostly enjoyable food accessories.
I think that my disappointment is due to the fact that I was under the impression that Dan was about to reveal the reasons behind his fears. In his second paragraph, he briefly notes that one reason he is afraid of ketchup is that as a child it reminded him of blood. His next sentence tells us, however, that "this does not explain everything." Between that very suspenseful sentence and the fact that he starts telling us a story, beginning with his childhood, I feel I was led to believe he would continue exploring the reasons occurring throughout his life that led him to develop this ludicrous phobia.
As I moved from the second paragraph to the third, I had sensed some definite foreshadowing, and felt the suspense building. I was excited to watch Dan delve into the myriad possible contributing factors to his fear of dressings and mustard and mayo. He states his main fears: ketchup, shaving cream, and monsters. His fear of ketchup we already somewhat understand from having read the second paragraph, his fear of monsters is something pretty obligatory for a child, and his fear of shaving cream is later addressed in the posting. He goes on to say, however, that he also feared 'salad dressing in all of its forms, mustard, and mayonnaise,' and then doesn't even begin to let us know why he would actually fear such beneficial things. I can understand disliking them, especially as a child, but a fear seems completely unwarranted, and he doesn't even 'go there.'
Whilst I am on the subject of Dan's supposed fear of salad dressing in all of its forms, I must note that I know for a fact that Dan enjoys Subway's Red Wine Vinaigrette. This is most definitely a salad dressing, and he not only does not fear it, but he likes it. This leads me to believe that Dan is a dramatic and exaggerating individual and that for this reason he has blown up out of proportion a common childhood dislike/distrust of condiments.
Another question that the posting raises is how Dan did not notice that his brother had slathered shaving cream all over his door handle. How could one not notice this? How could one not see that, especially during childhood, when one's range of vision is much closer to the height of a standard door handle? I do not understand.
Lastly, despite my criticisms of the post, and the immense joy it would bring me if Dan were to enjoy some of these condiments he hates, he should rest assured that I would never try to trick him into eating them. Partly this is because I know he employs rigorous testing techniques, but also because as a friend I do grudgingly accept the sad fact that Dan will not eat these things, some of which I know truly are delicious. I accept it even if I do not understand it, even though I find it ridiculous.
Jew hot dogs
Stephan gave Dan a hot dog. I doubt that this was enough for Dan. Hopefully there was at least a potato bun to accompany this meager snack. If there had been a bun, I would have expected such an accoutrement to have been noted.
I like to envision Dan slouching Dan-style in a chair, one hand with a firm grip on the coffee cup resting on his knee, the other, also resting on his knee, gingerly holding the bare, plain hot dog upright by one end. In this situation he is looking at Stephan (who is talking), nodding and saying, "Yeah." I couldn't help but then imagine him stirring his cafe bustelo with that naked hot dog, nodding very mock-seriously, but it is unlikely that this part transpired.
I wondered then if Dan liked honey, or cottage cheese. The results are not yet in.
I like to envision Dan slouching Dan-style in a chair, one hand with a firm grip on the coffee cup resting on his knee, the other, also resting on his knee, gingerly holding the bare, plain hot dog upright by one end. In this situation he is looking at Stephan (who is talking), nodding and saying, "Yeah." I couldn't help but then imagine him stirring his cafe bustelo with that naked hot dog, nodding very mock-seriously, but it is unlikely that this part transpired.
I wondered then if Dan liked honey, or cottage cheese. The results are not yet in.
Nasty Sub
Dan has consumed a chicken parmigiana sub along with a soda-pop. While I am happy that he has eaten some more, I regret that it was something he found poorly made, tough, and stringy. I want to know where he got this nasty sub.
I guess I am surprised that Miami doesn't have more available late night. I find it sort of hard to believe, but then again one time Stephan and I wandered downtown Miami for hours looking for food, and that was in the middle of the day. Dan was in Coral Gables, I think, though, at the time of this ingestion. I don't know. I am happy that I can go to Harris Teeter all night long, but going to a grocery store means either buying snacks, or buying ingredients and taking the time to cook yourself a meal. In general, I think that Miami is superior to Raleigh in every single way, so as a result I figure there must be some more options than Dan realizes, perhaps.
I guess I am surprised that Miami doesn't have more available late night. I find it sort of hard to believe, but then again one time Stephan and I wandered downtown Miami for hours looking for food, and that was in the middle of the day. Dan was in Coral Gables, I think, though, at the time of this ingestion. I don't know. I am happy that I can go to Harris Teeter all night long, but going to a grocery store means either buying snacks, or buying ingredients and taking the time to cook yourself a meal. In general, I think that Miami is superior to Raleigh in every single way, so as a result I figure there must be some more options than Dan realizes, perhaps.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
danorexic
Dan did not eat today until 8:00 pm, and then it was just a measly sandwich, which I find unacceptable. I want to know the reasons for this. Dan may not notice being hungry all that often but he is 21 years old now, and I think that he should know that he should be eating throughout the day. Even worse, Dan was not alone today. Someone should have stepped up and fed him.
Secondly, I do not approve of TGI Friday's. That said, I might be lenient in judging the Tuscan chicken sandwich; said leniency is based entirely on the fact that the word Tuscan is preceding chicken sandwich.
I am really disappointed in Dan for not eating the pepper soup. What did he think it was going to be like? And why, upon discovering that it was not to his liking, did he not order something else, since the previously mentioned sandwich was not "completely filling"?
I am wondering why Dan ate two tums. For the benefits of the calcium? Because he was hungry? Or maybe he had a tummy-ache? Tums disgust me, unless they are the fruity kind.
Despite my numerous critiques (most of which are based on the fact that I care about Daniel Ross and wish he would eat more/more often/better), this has probably been his best blog entry yet. I relished hearing the details of his ingenious mayo test, and was amused by the self-consciousness he is feeling, when ordering, as a result of "the growing popularity" of his blog.
Secondly, I do not approve of TGI Friday's. That said, I might be lenient in judging the Tuscan chicken sandwich; said leniency is based entirely on the fact that the word Tuscan is preceding chicken sandwich.
I am really disappointed in Dan for not eating the pepper soup. What did he think it was going to be like? And why, upon discovering that it was not to his liking, did he not order something else, since the previously mentioned sandwich was not "completely filling"?
I am wondering why Dan ate two tums. For the benefits of the calcium? Because he was hungry? Or maybe he had a tummy-ache? Tums disgust me, unless they are the fruity kind.
Despite my numerous critiques (most of which are based on the fact that I care about Daniel Ross and wish he would eat more/more often/better), this has probably been his best blog entry yet. I relished hearing the details of his ingenious mayo test, and was amused by the self-consciousness he is feeling, when ordering, as a result of "the growing popularity" of his blog.
A Cuban Day.
i do not know what the hell pizza cubano is. it sounds impossible, to me. pizza is of italian nature. what twist have the cubans come up with to justify calling it cubano? i hope that someone will let me know ASAP.
apricot nectar: YUM. good choice, dan. i definitely like almost all kinds of nectar, though i definitely have my favorites, which include but are not limited to mango and peach. it is something i bought regularly at windex, in my miami days.
steak sandwiches don't really appeal to me, but seeing as dan is from philly, maybe he likes them for that reason. plus, he's a boy, and boys seem to like these things.
dan did not really eat dinner. he had three slices of pizza at almost midnight, and had gone almost 8 hours since he last ate, and the last thing he'd eaten was just a single piece of candy. i think maybe dan is underfed, and when he does get food, it seems to be junk. i am concerned, definitely.
apricot nectar: YUM. good choice, dan. i definitely like almost all kinds of nectar, though i definitely have my favorites, which include but are not limited to mango and peach. it is something i bought regularly at windex, in my miami days.
steak sandwiches don't really appeal to me, but seeing as dan is from philly, maybe he likes them for that reason. plus, he's a boy, and boys seem to like these things.
dan did not really eat dinner. he had three slices of pizza at almost midnight, and had gone almost 8 hours since he last ate, and the last thing he'd eaten was just a single piece of candy. i think maybe dan is underfed, and when he does get food, it seems to be junk. i am concerned, definitely.
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